Time

Time

A Poem by Mywords
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Just a thought on how fast time goes by

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Time
Time it goes so slow yet its flying by
Each second precious each second counts
One two three yet more time has past
Precious time wont you stop
Stop to give me more precious needed time

© 2016 Mywords


Author's Note

Mywords
Im not sure if its a poem or crap

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A poem about productivity always makes me feel happy about modern writers.
Quite an easy read, yet it carries an important message.
It is known by everyone that time cannot be reversed. If we waste our finite living time, we might look back at ourselves and think "Will others remember me?"
Are we going to have a legacy behind our backs?
The speaker fears this resolution. It's all about anxiety and death. Fear of being forgotten. Fear of not finishing the goals we've set to be remembered.
Impressive.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mywords

8 Years Ago

Thank you Ferir



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What attracted me more was the author's note XD XD XD But it did keep me thinking! Nice write :) :D

Posted 8 Years Ago


A poem about productivity always makes me feel happy about modern writers.
Quite an easy read, yet it carries an important message.
It is known by everyone that time cannot be reversed. If we waste our finite living time, we might look back at ourselves and think "Will others remember me?"
Are we going to have a legacy behind our backs?
The speaker fears this resolution. It's all about anxiety and death. Fear of being forgotten. Fear of not finishing the goals we've set to be remembered.
Impressive.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mywords

8 Years Ago

Thank you Ferir

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Mywords

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